Severus headed in through his door, and was not surprised to find Poppy still there, the woman and Filius were the closest thing to friends he had on staff. He had found being younger then mot was an adjustment, for all but Vector were teachers when he was in school, even Filius and Poppy. Even the staff called him the dungeon bat, and many looked at him with the same distrust cast on his house, and not because he was a spy. He did not play favourites, he saw almost every teacher was bias against his house, and he had done his best to protect them, from students and teachers. But because of her work, and Filius' heart, they always got along.

Poppy had been done for a while, and though she had told Remus, she knew Severus needed to hear from her. It made her sick she had never seen the abuse, the child had used charms, and after the confrontation between Severus and Albus, her heart ached. She knew her friend too well; he was blaming himself for all of this,

She put a hand on his arm. "Your son will be physically okay soon, a few days in bed. I know you have the pain potions, so I did not send to school for more."

Severus nodded, hardly able to register any of this right now. "How bad?"

She hated telling him the words; it was worse then Remus, for Severus had treated his son so bad. Harry showed signs of malnourishment, and many old wounds never healed properly, she admitted. New were six broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken foot, and a cracked cheekbone. He hated asking the words, dreading the answer, but he needed to know if his son had been sexually abused as well.

Poppy was relieved in that she could at least offer him some good news. "No, there is no signs he was molested Severus. But the physical will be hard enough."

Severus did not need her to tell him, he had been a victim of it himself. "Damn it, damn him. Albus swore my son was safe. He kept the truth from me and....."

She tried to calm him, but she had no idea how to ease his guilt, but remind him Albus had done all he could to blind him to his son. She knew Severus had a rough road, he and Harry had a lot of history, and considering what had just happened, Harry would have major trust issues. Severus just needed to be patient, remember what it was like to be the one abused, and keep calm when Harry lashed out as he would. He was good with Draco; he just needed time to know his son.

When she was gone he went up stairs, not sure why, but he noted his four bedroom house would be full. He thought of his Aunt who gave him the house, and she often told him she wished he would one day fill it with new life. Some how he doubted this was what she meant by the comment.

Draco was in the door of the bedroom next to the one he used."Uncle Sev, I'm so sorry."

Severus had never seen his nephew so shaken and took him into his arms. "You have nothing to apologize for. Those who have done this have paid."

He spoke to Draco for a few moments, and then sent him off to bed, admitting to himself he had forgotten his nephew was here. He knew he could be forgiven, the last twenty fours had been so crazy, but he still felt bad. Harry and Draco had never been friends, but Draco had a good heart, and would be rocked by all of this.

Remus looked up from where he sat on the bed with Harry."I apologize for sending Moody........"

Severus cut him off. "You were right. After what they did to him and Hedwig, I would likely have killed them. And what good would I be to my son then?"

Sitting down on the other side, after he resized the trunk and put it at the end of the bed, he told Remus how it had gone. Remus was amazed Moody had not needed to step in, for Severus could definitely his spy days, when needed. He was reminded though of Harry, and how much Severus wanted a chance to be his father.

Severus motioned towards the door. "There is a fourth bedroom, next to my own. Well it is an office, but you were always the best in transfiguration."

Remus knew the man wanted some time alone even if his son was asleep and would be till morning. "I am sure I can remember a spell or two. Call if you need me."

When he was alone he looked down on his son lying there, his heart ached, realizing this was his son. He had no idea how to help his son, and he was not even sure Harry would let him, and Albus was not entirely to blame. He had treated the boy so bad, as bad as his father treated him, and Harry had every right to hate him. He had lost seventeen years with his son, and with their past it would have been hard enough, but now he had this abuse to add to the top of it.

He looked at the clock some time later and realized it was just now his son's birthday. "I don't know how, but I swear Harry, I will make this better. Some how."

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Severus was not sure what woke him first the next morning, not even sure how long he had been out, the smell of tea, or the light moan. As his eyes cleared he saw Remus next to him, the man handed him some tea, and they both looked down at the bed. Harry had started to come around, and Severus noted it was well past ten, and normally he would have been in his lab for hours by now, but was reminded the last time he looked at the clock, it was past 4

Harry's eyes slowly opened, and when his hands searched for his glasses, Remus handed them to him gently, not wanting to spook Harry at all. They saw both the look of shock and confusion when he realized who was with him, and fear Severus could have sworn, that they knew.

Harry looked only at Remus. "Where am I Moony? What happened?"

Remus sunk down onto the bed with him. "We came to take you away last night and found you. You're at your......you're at Severus' home."

Pale, Harry tried to look away, the same look of shame on his face, that Severus knew all too well. Remus explained Harry did not have to go back, and tried to convince Harry to talk to them about what had happened but Harry refused. He knew they saw him being beaten, but refused to admit it ever happened.

The first real reaction came when he finally asked. "Hedwig?"

Remus was not sure Harry was conscious when the bird was killed or simply did not want to believe it. "I'm sorry Harry, she's gone."

Severus remembered when Draco lost his first pet, the closest thing, but that had been different. It had not been a familiar, simply an old family cat, and one who died from old age and not from being killed in front of him as the owl had. He could not simply buy his son a new one, familiars were not so easily replaced, and for Harry who the owl had been his friend and life line, that was even truer.

Remus held his hand."You're never going back, I am sorry I ever let you be sent back there. You're safe now. Please talk to us cub, please."

Harry shook his head and once again avoided the topic and turned his attention to Severus. "Why am I in your house? You hate me, you would never help me."

For a moment Severus felt like his old self, about to bite back with some snide comment, but he knew Harry was right He had hated Harry, because of James, and Harry had never been given a reason to believe he would want to help him. Once again he found himself wanting to go hex Albus into next week.

Instead he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "I received a letter from your mom recently. She revealed in it, that you were my son."

Harry just looked at Remus, expecting the man to tell him Severus was nuts but Remus shook his head. "He's telling the truth Harry He's your father."

His entire life had been put into shambles, both men knew as they watched Harry, everything he had ever been told was a lie, well most of it. They had no idea how he would take it, heck they had no idea how they would if they were in his place. They were expected for something, anger, pain, shock, but got nothing; Harry remained silent, just eying them both, as if he could not decide something.

Remus reached out and touched Harry's hand. "Cub, come on, talk to us. We will answer any questions. Please just talk to your dad and me."